Just thinking about Priest Simon Riley
(Cw: smut. MDNI)
who’d taken a vow of celibacy. He’d spent years taming his desires, abstaining not only from sex but also from any dreams of love. His place was in the church, serving god and the people.
When he met you, he didn’t fall in lust. No, it was a slow-burn. You were a new nun, and he spent time settling you in and keeping an eye out for you. You’d chatter with him about every little thing. You were talkative and honest, and Simon never found himself tired of listening. It was barely noticeable, the way he inclined himself towards you. It didn’t show; but it was present in the way he suggested the garden walls be painted your favorite color, the way he planned meals so you’d get enough nutrition, the way he nearly broke the face of a man who harassed you and no one had ever seen the usually gentle giant be this furious. He spent months trying to convince himself he was just perhaps better friends with you. It wasn’t until you were about to transfer to another parish that he realized he was head over heels.
But Simon was barely certain you felt the same way about him. And he knew your devotion well enough to know you’d never break your vows even if you did. So once more, he crucified his flesh and dreams to bury himself into the ministry. He spends his life having lost you.
VS
Incubus Simon, and you’re his latest target. He sets out in disguise to seduce you. Your libido has never been higher, enhanced by his powers. He’ll take your body— again and again, in every corner of your house, tempting you to indulge in fornication and filth till you’ve both had your full— though what he really wants is your soul. He convinces himself it’s just about the lust. It’s about his demon nature and his need to claim you for hell.
Never mind that his eyes stray from your pussy to your eyes instead. Never mind he feels his heart flutter and flatline, wishing you’d gaze into his instead of squeezing them shut in pleasure. Never mind that his hips slow and gentle, and he tells you it’s because he needs a break but really it’s because he’s taken by the urge to make love instead. Never mind that instead of torturing your soul, he does everything in his power to make you happy.
Time passes, and he still hasn’t returned to hell. There’s a ring on his finger that pairs with yours, and identical wrinkles around his body and yours. When you die, he forfeits your soul that he’d claimed years back, because doing so means you’ll be in heaven where an angel like you deserves to be. He’s willing to be battered and stripped of his status in hell if that’s what it takes to make sure you’re okay. He spends eternity looking up at you and savoring every hint of you he can get from afar. Your memories are wiped of your time with him, and you’re perfectly happy. His souls wilts and withers. his fate is to spend eternity having lost you.
AWH THW ENDING IS SO SWEET
